Thread by @Caudlewag

You're not quite sure if your Cerberus Boyfriend is three people in one body or one person with different aspects between the heads. When you ask, he says to explain would be like explaining color to a blind person, but all parts of him love you, so it doesn't matter.

Your Cerberous Boyfriend's "Pecks' are all encompassing, affectionate things. A pair of lips for each cheeks and a last tender touch for your forehead. His arms wrap around you and it's hard not to squeak from all the attention. He chuckles at your blush and holds you closer.

You find your Cerberus Boyfriend knows minor magics. He can summon a second pair of arms at will. Watching him multi-task is a treat, preparing meals for two in half the time. You have decided, however, that letting him play two Smash fighters is indeed cheating.

You notice certain quirks about your Cerberus Boyfriend's Heads. The left is often shy, it's the one that blushes when you tease him. The right is the most likely to kiss you, and tease back. The middle is calm and unflappable, and frank but kind. You kiss each one every morning.

You find it comforting how much attention your Cerberus Boyfriend pays you. No matter what he's doing, at least one head will always engage and talk, though which one it is can vary on topic. He's always got an ear for you, which is slightly easier when one has six.

Your Cerberus Boyfriend's affection swallows. Four arms and three heads, nuzzles along either side of your neck, hands wrapped around your middle and two more wandering about, all while his center head smirks and watches you squirm. He'd stop if you asked, but you never do.

After a while, you ask your Cerberus Boyfriend about myths. He thinks for a moment before answering. He says that perhaps there was once a single Cerberus, under the world, alone in the dark. He likes to think they came up to find connection, love. In which case they succeeded.

Your Cerberus Boyfriend insists he is not a dog, but these arguments are made slightly shaky by the way he sometimes kicks and pants in his sleep. Sometimes he whines until you stroke him, each head whining when it is not pet. Keeping up is a challenge, but you don't mind.

Your Cerberus Boyfriend has a terrible poker face. His left head usually gives away when he likes something, giving a canine grin. The right shooting a glare and the middle rolling its eyes at the antics. Even when he does reel this end, his windmill of a tail is a giveaway.

Dinner with your Cerberus Boyfriend was odd at first. He could eat, drink and converse at once. He stiffened as he noticed and asked if you prefer he didn't. You said no. You found it strangely graceful. The sound of his tail hitting the chair told you things were going well.

You asked, one evening, if you bored your Cerberus Boyfriend, if perhaps your single perspective wasn't enough. He wrapped four arms around your back and held you where all his eyes could see. Whispering in both ears, he said so long as the perspective was yours, he didn't care.

What a lovely triple threat of a boyfriend!

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